Conferred God: High Priest of Yin and Shang Dynasties

Chapter 41 Fengshen Fuyao
snowfield.

"So fast?"

In the big tent, Baiyao was surprised by Kong Xuan's speed.

Kong Xuan's rather proud voice sounded in his mind:

"An ants are still ants when they come in swarms, and they are still the same when there are millions of them."

"By the way, Da Zhu, I said I was sent down to earth by the ancestors of Dashang, right?"

When Baiyao heard this question, he pondered for a moment and said:
"It can also be said that it was under the order of the Emperor of Heaven."

At this point in time, the heaven that Haotian took over was not even as busy as Chaoge's brothel.

When people mention the Emperor of Heaven in Dashang, they will only think of the supreme god in Dashang’s divine system.

"I understand, I have arrived at Chaoge, alas..."

Kong Xuan suddenly sighed.

Baiyao said doubtfully:
"What happened to Chaoge?"

Kong Xuan looked at the endless farmland in front of him and said softly:

"You shouldn't have spilled blood in the fields."

Not far away, the rice mutated and grew into towering trees. Several farmers were sweating profusely while wielding axes, working hard to harvest tens of thousands of kilograms of grain from the trees that exuded a mouth-watering fragrance.

There are at least fifty trees of this kind in one acre of field.

Bai Yao: "..."

Kong Xuan put on the robe specially used for performing miracles and said:

"I went to help."

...

Cutting off contact, Baiyao left the warm tent.

A wooden pillar was propped up in the wind and snow.

Ji Fa and Su Quanzhong were hanging there with bruises and swollen faces, their eyelashes were frozen, and they were already half dead.

Seeing Baiyao walking out of the tent, a group of generals knelt on the ground:
"Kowtow to the great blessing——"

"Get up."

Baiyao said calmly.

Lu Xiong glanced at the two people on the pillar, cupped his hands and said:
"Best wishes, they are young and ignorant, please spare them once. If they continue like this, they will freeze to death."

Su Hu's eyes were red, but he did not intercede for his son. He took a deep breath and said:
"General Lu doesn't have to speak for that beast. He actually dares to fight in front of Da Zhu. It's not a pity to die!"

Wen Zhong was silent for a moment, and then he begged:

"I wish you all the best, why not spare the death penalty and be reduced to a soldier."

Baiyao raised his head, looked at the two young generals who were only breathing, and said softly:

"Since the grand master has begged for mercy, he will be demoted to a soldier to guard the camp. If he does it next time, he will be killed without mercy."

During the battle in Beihai City, Ji Fa took the lead in finding Yuan Futong.

But as soon as he stabbed Yuan Futong in the heart, Su Quanzhong rushed in, and without saying a word, he hit Yuan Futong with a halberd, blasting him to pieces on the spot.

Both of them said that they had killed Yuan Futong, and they had their own opinions and were in a stalemate.

Because there were too many things on his mind, Baiyao did not take this matter to heart.

Unexpectedly, the two of them had only been quiet for a few days, and this morning they suddenly couldn't help but come to him for comment.

Baiyao was about to say that the battle merits would be divided equally, and both of them could enter the ancestral temple if they went south and made meritorious deeds.

Before the words were spoken, Ji Fa and Su Quanzhong started fighting with fists and kicks.

The beating didn't matter, he actually knocked over the fire, and the charcoal flew onto the table, burning the military aircraft documents.

Baiyao was so angry that he gave each of them fifty lashes, beat him until he fainted, and then hung him up until now.

When Su Hu heard this, he quickly wiped away his tears, knelt on the ground and shouted:
"I would like to express my gratitude to the dog for not killing him!"

Baiyao didn't respond and turned around and walked into the tent.

Merits and demerits are merits and demerits, and blindly praising two people cannot guarantee their loyalty to him.

The purpose of letting them guard the door is to keep them around and find opportunities to test them.

Stepping on the soft mat, Baiyao felt much more relaxed. He sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and turned on the system.

[Current national luck: 1270]

"Enter the temple."

As soon as his voice fell, the darkness in front of Baiyao's eyes was swept away.

As far as the eye can see, including under the feet, there is a blue sky, and golden figures are floating around one after another.

With a thought, the white medicine rises.

After flying for an unknown amount of time, four huge floating islands appeared in his sight.

One was burning with golden-red flames, the temperature was extremely high, a sea of ​​bronze rolled over the island, and even the air was burned with crackling sounds.

The island is extremely cold, and the bright moonlight is wrapped in dust and spreads hazily on the island. It looks extremely beautiful, but if you look at it for a long time, your soul will become stiff.A place full of life, with rivers flowing around green hills, and seemingly without danger.But as long as you get closer, you will be stunned by the invisible force and directly expelled from the temple.

Baiyao looked at the last one.

There are no magical scenes on the island, just green grass blown by the breeze all over the island.

To offer sacrifices before the war, he summoned the phantoms of the four gods to come.Then these four islands representing the four gods appeared in the temple.

[Humanity has used the power of wish accumulated over the years to materialize the four gods, but they are also nothingness itself and cannot appear in reality]

The system answered like this.

On that day of sacrifice, the willpower generated by the 60-strong army became the last piece of the puzzle for the emergence of the four gods.

He drifted towards the island representing the wind god and stepped on the soft grass.

Suddenly there was a breeze blowing against my face.

"You came."

Baiyao's eyes were in a trance, and a graceful figure slowly gathered in front of him in the wind.

The woman's face is covered with a white veil, her eyebrows are as curved as the bright moon, and her pupils seem to be flowing with gold. She is extremely noble.

There were four golden bells tied to her wrists and ankles, and she was wearing a light cyan stacked skirt. Her soft gold armor covered her breasts, revealing her white arms and slim waist.

Wind God, Fuyao.

"Jingle Bell"

The bell made a pleasant ringing sound. Fuyao approached Baiyao, sniffed him, and then breathed softly into his ear:

"It smells like snow. Isn't the battle over yet?"

The overly intimate gesture made Baiyao's heart beat fast, and he pretended to be calm and said:

"The war in the north is over, and the God of Wind can teach me how to use the wind."

The four gods were born from the human realm and possess completely different powers from the heavenly realm.

As for Fengshen, she is the only god of nature endowed with personality in the Dashang pantheon. Baiyao can currently only land on her island.

Fuyao smiled, lightly stepping on the grass and flying in the air, and a streamer from his body brushed Baiyao's face.

“To use the wind, you need to become the wind.”

Baiyao took a step back, took a deep breath to calm the restlessness in his heart, and said:
"How to become the wind?"

Fuyao stopped behind him, pressed his shoulders with soft hands, and said softly:
"Be one with the wind."

She hugged Baiyao's waist from behind, and then their bodies became transparent.

"Whoa"

The wind sounded.

Baiyao lost control of his body and turned into the breeze together with Fuyao, and phantoms appeared in his eyes.

He became an ancient gust of wind, moving tirelessly between heaven and earth.

Blowing through the quiet lake water, causing ripples.

Passing through the dense jungle, taking away pieces of green leaves.

On the hot and humid grassland, naked men and women welcomed his arrival with open arms.

Passing by a tribe, he got into the pyre and let the fire burn brighter.

"This is the gentleness of the wind."

Fuyao's voice came to mind.

The picture in his eyes continued to distort, and Baiyao returned to the starting point again.

This time, his speed increased a thousand times.

When he came to the quiet lake, he made huge waves.

Rushing into the dense jungle, he broke countless trees.

On the hot and humid grassland, naked men and women were swept up into the sky by him and smashed to pieces.

It was still the same tribe. He turned into a terrifying tornado and destroyed everything, leaving only corpses and ruins on the ground.

"This is the fury of the wind."

Baiyao could hardly hear her voice anymore, so he headed to the next place on his own, because the wind would not stop.

Suddenly, Fuyao's cry sounded in my ears:
"Wake up, you are not the real wind!"

"call!"

Baiyao opened his eyes suddenly in the big tent, his pupils were trembling, his face was pale, his chest was rising and falling, and he was taking deep breaths.

My mind went blank and I was stunned for a long time before my memory returned bit by bit.

Just a little bit away from losing all consciousness and turning into the real wind.

Baiyaohou was so frightened that she stretched out her hand tremblingly.

In the palm of his hand, a cyan rune was flickering.

(End of this chapter)